Chapter 7

As much as I wanted to ask Chris about his parents trying to sell their farm, and obviously Chris moving away after that happened, I couldn't do it. At least not right away. We had time alone now, after that good dinner of beef pot pie that Mrs. Westin had made, and after we'd cleaned up the kitchen, and said our goodbyes. Mark's parents and brother were off to Clearview, Rollie was going to see his girlfriend ... We were alone, finally, just the three of us and I didn't want to spend it talking about something that might hurt.

I've always been kind of a chicken that way, I guess. Or just selfish maybe, as I had my two boyfriends with me in Mark's bedroom, which was a real treat. Mostly we found ourselves in his truck, or on a blanket on the grass someplace. But for now we had a bed and it was warm and quiet and comfortable. I couldn't spoil any of that, no way.

"You don't have any panties on?" Chris grinned at me as he was pulling my new pants down my long legs slowly.

"Nope," I shrugged with a little giggle.

Mark was taking a shower, a real one, and Chris had just finished his. They'd gotten pretty dusty moving that feed corn and washing up in the barn had got them ready for dinner, but not for bouncing around on Mark's clean bed. I didn't mind, Chris was at the foot of it wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist and he looked seriously cute like that.

"I thought you said you were a good girl." He laughed at me.

"I am a good girl." I stuck out my tongue. "Mostly."

I spread my creamy thighs for him as if to prove it, exposing my small pink sex for him completely. Just a soft puffy slit with my labia tucked in nice and tight, and my small hooded clit hiding at the top. A little bit of pubic hair, not much at all, like a thin dark cloud up above, on the soft swell of my mound. I knew my pussy was pretty and Chris liked looking at it, which made me feel even better about myself. I knew I was beautiful when Chris was looking at me.

"Can I kiss you there?" he asked and I rolled my eyes. "What?"

"You don't ever have to ask me that!" I giggled, sliding my hands down the pink fleece sweatshirt I'd been wearing all day, across my tummy and down to my bare skin.

"I like asking." Chris smiled at me.

"I like it too." I laughed lightly. "It's sexy."

"Is it?" He widened his soft blue eyes and I nodded slowly, rubbing the insides of my thighs with my hands.

"Yeah." I bit my lip. "Ask me again."

"Can I kiss your pussy, Steph?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "Come here..."

Chris left his towel on, just kneeling on the carpet of Mark's bedroom, and he reached for my hips. I scooted my butt down a little for him, getting close enough so he could bring his mouth to my pussy. I watched as Chris just looked at me down there at first, his face hovering over my plump sex, and his hands were on my hips and thighs, stroking me so that I smiled patiently. I could feel his humid breath on me, we were so close, and finally he looked up, smiling sweetly before giving me a kiss.

"Mmmm..." I closed my eyes when Chrissy's lips touched my pussy. He'd kissed me the one time before, but this time we knew he was going to kiss me for real. He was slow and gentle, not teasing me, but just exploring my body and that was so nice.

Mark went down on me sometimes and I enjoyed it, so did he I thought, but not enough that he wanted to do it all the time. Not enough to really get good at it, but Chris, he would be into it, I thought. He was interested and happy to please me that way. He really liked my pussy; I could see it in his face every time he looked at me. And now he was kissing me there, tenderly like it was my mouth on our first date.

His lips were soft and I sighed when I felt the tip of Chrissy's tongue on my skin. Not right on my slit, or even on my clitoris, but just to the side where the skin was really soft like half-melted butter. He licked around my pussy slowly, and that was new and driving me insane quickly. I held my breath until I remembered to breathe and then I let it out with a long sigh of pleasure.

Chris knew what he was doing, or he was just lucky, or talented, or whatever. I didn't care, it didn't matter. I was squeezing my tits through that soft warm fleece, pushing and pulling because my nipples were cold and hot all at once. My legs moved like butterfly wings, up and down slowly, as if I couldn't decide what to do with them. I wanted to press them to Chris' face, but I wouldn't, not until I couldn't help it. He hadn't even touched my pussy yet, not really, and it was feeling so good.

He tongued the soft spot just below my slit, the bit of tender skin just above my ass, and even that was somehow amazing. Sensations that I'd never experiences washed through me and over me and I was moving my hips because I felt my clit throbbing now. I needed a touch, some pressure there, but Chris was ignoring it. He kissed the hollows of my thighs, moving farther away from the center of my desire and I moaned. He bit me gently and dragged his tongue around my sex slowly.

"Here..." I lifted my eyes at Mark's voice and he was on the bed and I hadn't even noticed.

I opened my mouth as he pushed his cockhead between my stretched lips. He was giving me something else to think about and I sucked my boyfriend's cock greedily, trying to take as much of him as I could. I wrapped my left hand around the shaft, squeezing him and Mark's hand replaced mine on my right breast. He was kneeling there close to my head and leaning over, watching me as I looked up into his sexy brown eyes.

It was wonderful, being in a bedroom for a change, having my pussy licked and kissed by one boyfriend, while I sucked the hard cock of the other one. This was what we'd really been waiting for and I was going to cum soon, if Chris would ever stop teasing me and find my clit. I was pulling my butt off the bed now, looking for his mouth and groaning around Mark's big dick and then he did it.

"Ohhh ... God!" I moaned loudly, pulling my mouth from Mark's cock as Chris found my burning clit with his mouth, sucking it between his lips and flicking the hard little knot of sensitive flesh rapidly with his tongue.

"Take this off..." Mark was saying and I just nodded, letting him pull my sweatshirt over my head.

I was going to cum soon, really soon, because Chris was licking my pussy right. The way I'd always thought oral sex could be, but never quite was with Mark. Now it was good, even better than good, because Chris was working my clitoris harder, the way I needed it. Something down there was practically screaming, sending little shocks through my tummy, and I was pressing my thighs against my boyfriend's flushed cheeks, urging him on with my moans and bucking my hips so hard that Chris really had to hold me down.

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... God that's ... Good!" I gasped and I'd never had a cum like that before in my life.

All I could do was lay there and as suddenly as it came I just felt ... Limp. I was wasted for a few minutes and Mark was smiling at me, stroking my hair and his big hard cock was sort of bobbing up and down above me, but all I could do was look at it for the moment. Chris had lifted his mouth from my pussy and he was grinning and panting for air, all red-faced and shiny with my juices. I'd gotten unbelievably wet and he licked his lips, tasting me strong and tangy. I knew very well what my own cum tasted like and now Chris did too.

"My tongue is a little numb." Chris giggled finally and he stuck it out a little, touching it with his finger.

"It is not." I laughed weakly. "Come here ... I want to suck both of you, okay?"

"Same time?" Mark grinned and I nodded.

"Just let me relax a minute." I swallowed hard and giggled some more just because I felt like I was walking on the moon.

"Let me taste her..." Mark said as Chris got closer, kneeling so that his hard cock was swaying over my face as well. Somewhere in the middle of eating me, Chris had lost his towel and that was fine with us.

I watched as my two boyfriends embraced each other over me, Mark cradling Chrissy's head in his strong hand, the way he liked, and moving the other to the boy's ass. And Chris turning his head slightly, his hands on Mark's waist and then sliding to his boyfriend's back. I could see their mouths open and eager tongues meeting, working against each other wetly, and their cocks touched, the heads and shafts sliding against and across each other.

It was incredibly sexy and I played with my tits, pinching my nipples and dragging my fingernails along the soft bottoms and around the sides, just staring at the sight above me. Two teenage boys kissing deeply, naked and in love. One big and muscular and handsome, the other seeming almost frail by comparison, but so pretty and sensual without seeming feminine at all. They were like opposite sides of the same coin and I loved them both.

I moved so that I could slide a pillow under my head, getting comfortable and taking each of their cocks in my hands. Chris in my left, Mark in my right, and they didn't stop their kiss as I brought them to my lips. I kissed them both together, playing with my two boyfriends as if they were one, really. I rubbed their cockheads together, both of the boys leaking precum now. They were excited and breathing hard, offering each other soft moans between their swollen lips.

Mark was pressing a finger inside Chrissy's anus, fingering the boy while Chris clutched at Mark's strong back. I took Chris' cock into my mouth while I stroked Mark, sucking him as deeply as I could and working my tongue over and around his cock. I did the same with Mark, but only less so because he was thicker and I couldn't get nearly so much of him as I wanted, but it was enough. I switched back and forth, jerking them off with my hands and rubbing one against the other.

I wanted to make them cum like that, both of my boyfriends cumming together for me, and I worked their cocks faster, sucking and licking and moving my small gentle hands back and forth. Chris moved his mouth to lick and kiss Mark's chest, while Mark continued to finger fuck Chrissy's ass, pulling his finger out occasionally to wet it in his mouth, and then bringing it back to the boy's tight rectum, sliding it inside with little twists and hard thrusts that made Chris grunt and gasp with pleasure.

It was hard work, jerking off two boys like that, and my arms got tired, my wrists too, but I didn't care. They were so wet now, the clear fluid dripping and running down their shafts. It was fantastic to me, almost amazing how beautiful their cocks were, and I admired their bodies while they made out above me, scarcely believing that these two boys were mine. Mark lifted Chris' face once more, biting the boy's lower lip and then pushing his tongue into Chrissy's mouth so that Chris could suck it like a cock.

And after a time that seemed both too long and too short, Mark told me in his husky voice that he was going to cum for me. He was getting close and I worked them harder, wanting too bring Chris off at the same time. I wanted to see it and feel it, smell and taste my two boyfriends cumming together, shooting their hot sperm for me. I pressed their cocks together so that they were pointed in opposite directions, holding Mark and Chris tightly with both of my hands around their shafts. I was pumping them at the same time, back and forth. Sliding down on Chris was sliding up on Mark, and vice versa, my fingers slick and glistening with their precum.

"Ohhh ... Fuck..." Mark groaned and he pulled Chris hard against him, kissing his blonde lover deeply as his cock suddenly seemed to swell and then spurt quickly, three and then four and five heavy shots of his sperm shooting out across Chrissy's stiff penis, spraying against the other boy's soft skin. It clung to Chris' soft brown pubic hair and some of it ran down around the base of his cock and even his balls.

Chris moaned then, sharply and he was cumming too as he felt Mark's penis pressed tightly against his own, Mark's orgasm triggering his own. His cock jerked quickly and he was cumming a lot, even more than Mark, and the cum seemed to jet against the other boy's body as they were so close now, kissing and groaning with pleasure. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, my boyfriends cumming together, shooting against each other's bodies while I held their cocks tight, jerking them off as if they were one.

I had cum on my face and in my hair, the last few spurts of each of them that hadn't gone far at all, but more or less fell from the swollen heads of their cocks to land on my flushed skin. I didn't mind, I loved them both and I brought each of them to my mouth to clean the salty warm remains. They'd stopped making out finally, and watched me, smiling and breathing hard, licking their lips and laughing. I licked and sucked their cocks one at a time and sometimes together, even gathering the sperm from their pubic hair and thighs with tip of my tongue and swallowing it eagerly.

It was a new experience for all of us, and ever since we'd met Chris it seemed we were always finding something new and exciting to do that would have been unthinkable without him. It was all exploring and experimenting and learning about each other. The best part of love for me was that part, finding out something new and unexpected. I wanted to do everything I could with them and I'd try anything we could think of, and I could never get tired of making love like that.

"Was that good?" I asked my two boyfriends, smiling and pulling at my hair, sliding my fingers through long strands of it and collecting the big sticky drops of sperm left behind. I just licked it off my fingers to tease them.

"Oh yeah, Stephy." Mark grinned and he was lying down next to me.

"That was great," Chris agreed, and he was pressing his body close on the left side.

Chris had found the towel he'd used after his shower and he'd wiped himself off a bit before handing it to Mark. It had been pretty messy, a couple teenage boys shooting their sperm all over me and each other. But none of us were complaining about it. Except me of course, it was a pain washing my hair all the time.

"Next time, you guys have to cum in my mouth or something." I made a face. "I didn't think there was this much in my hair."

"Sorry," Mark sorta apologized with a grin. "Do you want to take a shower?"

"In a little bit," I nodded. "I oughta make you guys give me a long bath."

"We can do that." Mark grinned.

"What time are your parents coming home?" Chris asked Mark.

"Mmmm ... Sometime between nine and ten probably." Mark shrugged, tossing the towel to the floor. "Probably closer to ten."

It was almost eight already I saw, glancing at the little radio alarm clock next to the bed. It was amazing how fast time could go when you didn't want it to.

"Angie Stover's having her party right now," I remembered out loud.

"You want to go to her party?" Mark asked me, sounding a little surprised.

"Who's Angie Stover?" Chris was rubbing my tummy lightly.

"No!" I grinned at Mark, moving my hand to his penis and finding him still pretty hard. "I don't wanna go anywhere."

"She's a junior, kind of slut." Mark was grinning too and shifting a little.

"That's not nice." I made a little face. "She just likes boys a lot. But she is a bad girl."

"Does she have like short blonde hair?" Chris asked and I nodded, reaching for his cock too. "Okay, yeah she asked me if I wanted to come over."

"Oh yeah?" I looked at him. "What did you say?"

"I said maybe." Chris was touching me nice with his fingertips, running them through my pubic hair. "That was like on Tuesday. I didn't even know you guys then."

"Well, if you want to have sex, that'd be the place to go..." Mark was saying and he was playing with my tits, holding the right one and thumbing my puffy red nipple.

"If you wanna have sex, just stay right here," I said with a giggle.

"All Angie's friends are sluts, they'd probably all let you do it with them," Mark continued, but he was making Angie sound worse than she was, sorta.

"It's just a make out party." I shrugged my shoulders, sliding my hands down both their dicks so I could fondle their balls. "Not a real one."

"What's the difference?" Chris wondered and he really didn't know. He was playing with my pussy now.

"A real party is..." Mark lifted his hands, " ... a party. Lotsa beer, lotsa noise and whatever."

"Yeah," I agreed. "And a make out party is just when someone's parents are gone and anyone can go over to somebody's house and make out, or hook up or whatever."

"So we're having a make out party?" Chris giggled and I laughed, but it was cut short as Chris pushed a finger inside my pussy slowly, making me gasp.

"No, well ... Sorta, but nobody's gonna be making out except us," Mark said and he was moving his hand down to my pussy too.

"Make out party at Mark's house!" I practically squealed cause that was like unheard of, or maybe it was Mark pushing a big finger inside me next to Chrissy's.

"My parents would kill me just for thinking about it," Mark said, glancing at Chris as they fingered me together and that felt pretty intense.

"Well, yeah." Chris laughed. "This Angie chick's parents too, right?"

"Oh yeah, definitely." Mark chuckled and I really was squealing then, lifting my butt a little and squeezing my thighs around both their hands.

"What?" Chris was looking at me, smiling like he was wondering what he'd said, but he knew it was their fingers driving me crazy.

"Angie's dad is the sheriff," Mark told Chris. "He's a total dick too."

"Mmmm..." I caught my breath, but I was still giggling, trying to control my pussy while imagining Angie getting caught having a make out party.

"The sheriff's daughter is a slut?" Chris rolled his eyes. "That sounds bad. I'm glad I didn't go."

"A total dick ... A serious dick ... A real dick ... A big dick..." I was giggling and my pussy was clasping around their fingers tightly. "That's what everybody says."

"What?" Mark made a face at me. "You're so weird, Stephy."

"So tight too!" Chris grinned at Mark.

"I heard Katie Macken gave him a blowjob," I sighed and the boys were doing like totally different things inside me with their fingers. "She was like drunk and..."

"And he was taking her home?" Mark laughed. "Everybody heard that story. She's the one who tells it."

"I didn't hear it." Chris grinned and I was just squeezing his dick now. Mark's too.

"He handcuffed her," I breathed, not wanting to cum, but really wanting it too. "Cause she was driving drunk."

"Without a license cause she was like 15 or something," Mark added.

"She's only fifteen now." I grinned and then gasped as Mark curled his big finger to find my spot, the perfect place inside, like on the roof of my pussy.

"The sheriff had sex with her?" Chris shook his pretty blonde head.

"And she said she'd do anything to stay out of trouble," Mark continued. "So he gave her a little drunk test..."

"With his serious dick!" I gave up on their cocks and grabbed their wrists, pulling their hands, or pushing maybe, wanting them to touch me all over now.

"So he let her go?" Chris asked and he was watching my pussy squirming. "She's a freshman, right? I've seen her."

"Yeah, she was like in eighth grade last year when it happened," Mark nodded. "Are you okay, Stephy?"

"Shut up..." I giggled, taking a deep breath and trying to talk like they were, like everything was normal. It was seriously teasing me.

"Steph's kind of feisty right now." Chris laughed at me. "The sheriff didn't get in trouble for that?"

"She said it happened like a year later, dude," Mark explained. "After she got in a fight with Angie, so nobody believed her and they couldn't prove anything anyway."

"Katie Macken's a total slut." I had my eyes closed, pretending I didn't feel a thing. "She did it for sure."

"Maybe," Mark shrugged. "She talks a lot of shit too when she gets mad."

"Would you?" Chris asked me with a grin and his thumb found my hard little clit and I just died.

We had to stop, I mean the whole world did, while I just held my two boyfriends, squeezing their wrists in my fists and jerking my body around their fingers, and I came hard. Wetness spilled out of me fast and hot, over their fingers and down my ass, staining Mark's bed. But all I was doing was trying to breathe because it felt too good to remember how to do that.

"Oh Jesus ... Wow ... Heh..." I was smiling and I let go of them. My breasts were heaving up and down and I was damp with sweat and quivering all over inside and out.

"Pretty good, huh Stephy?" Mark chuckled.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I think you were squirting." Chris giggled and he was licking his fingers so sweetly that Mark let Chris lick his too, pushing them into the boy's open mouth one at a time.

"Fuck you're so hot." Mark shook his head. "Both of you."

I just giggled and nodded and watched Chris sucking my cum from our boyfriend's fingers and there was no doubt that Mark was right.

"So ... Would you?" Chris asked a few minutes later, when we were all relaxed and comfy again, except for the cooling wet spot beneath my butt.

"What was the question?" I looked at him. "Would I drive drunk? Or suck the sheriff's dick?"

"Suck his dick." Chris glanced at Mark who was chuckling at us.

"Maybe," I laughed. "If I was gonna be in a lot of trouble if I didn't."

"She'd do it anyway," Mark teased me.

"No way!" I grinned. "But if I did, I sure wouldn't go around bragging about it!" I looked at Chris. "Would you do it?"

"Me?" Chris giggled. "Nope."

"What, you guys ain't queer now?" I teased them.

"Just cause I love Mark, it doesn't make me a fag," Chris said seriously and he looked at his boyfriend. "Right?"

"We're not gay." Mark shook his head. "A fag would suck anybody's dick and not care about who it was."